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Hermione/Hagrid update
🕑 Added 2018-07-09 02:11:42 +0000 UTCThe door to Hagrid’s study closed behind Hermione and was locked with a click. Normally, such a big man locking her in with him would’ve been cause for alarm, but the prospect of privacy for herself and Hagrid while the other students slept it off ended up being highly arousing.
Hagrid took her in his arms, lifting her up to his bent head for a rough kiss. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled her firm breasts to his chest as she enjoyed the surprisingly sweet taste of his mouth. Her breathing quickened until he pulled away from her and let her down, weak-kneed, on the ground again.
“Odd’s blood, you’re a sight any man would drink in,” Hagrid said, looking down at her body. “I want to give you all that you can take!”
“I’ll take it all,” Hermione said. “Let’s get those clothes off first.”
He let go of her shoulders to unbutton his jacket and peel it off of his broad shoulders, while Hermione squatted to take off his shoes and socks. They worked together to open up his fly and pull away his belt. While she worked his pants down, he took off his shirt, so that only his bulging boxers were left.
While she’d seen it before, Hermione’s heart still pounded as she took his boxers by their loosened drawstrings and pull them down to let his big cock spring out in front of her. It was swelled and stiff, but too big to be really hard—that is, until she took it in her dainty hands and kissed the tip. Then it was as hard as a four by four and as big as ever.
Hagrid reached under her robes and with surprising grace managed to slip her little panties down her legs. Hermione stepped out of them, took Hagrid’s hand, and led him over to his desk, where she pushed him into a swivel chair that looked like it could’ve seated an elephant. His husky belly was indented by the armrests, now because he was carrying anymore bulk than his height warranted, but because the chair was still on the small side for his fearsome mass.
Hagrid let himself be seated, and reached out to encircle Hermione’s naked hip with a hand that held her robes up around her waist. “Not much point trying to stay modest with you around,” Hermione said. “Would you like to see a little more of me?”
“Not much more of you to see,” Hagrid chuckled. “But every inch of you’s a temptation!”
“I may only be five feet and five inches of temptation, but you’re going to yield to me!” she vowed.
Hagrid laughed louder, his chuckle gaining a bit of grit, and he put both hands on Hermione’s long, limber legs, drawing them up her body so that Hermione’s robes were shucked off of her as he went. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. The robe fluttered down off of Hermione’s hair once he’d uncovered her head. As Hagrid looked at her, now wearing only dark stockings and her black Mary Janes, his lustful expression became one almost of adoration, until the chair creaked and broke the spell.
Hermione giggled, imagining him getting heavier because his cock was getting so much bigger. “What were you thinking?” she asked.
“I was thinking you’re about the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes upon… and maybe the wildest too.”
Hermione leaned against his knees with her outstretched hands, arching her back to shove her ass out, and wiggling herself around enticingly. “It’s nice of you to say that. And your cock is about the most beautiful beastie I’ve ever seen.”
“Thanks, Hermione. Are you ready?”
“Can’t that big nose of yours smell how ready I am?”
“Aye. Sweet as perfume, Miss Granger.”
“But much harder to buy. Unless one has a Johnson as big as yours!”
Hagrid leaned back in his chair, offering his erection up to her, and Hermione climbed onto his lap. She fit her legs through the spaces under his armrests, so that her thighs were spread straight out to the sides with her pussy just above the shaft of his rampant cock. She had to stretch her arms out to hold herself above his manhood, and her muscles trembled at the strain, dipping her down against his member.
“I’ll take care of that for you,” Hagrid said, and reached down to bring his cock up, aligning the tip with the outer folds of her sex. Hermione did nearly the same, reaching down with one hand to open up her labia, then lowering herself onto him. His bellend had pushed halfway into her pussy, stretching its opening wide, when the first burst of pain shot into her.
Hermione stopped lowering herself and Hagrid put a gigantic hand about her waist to hold her steady, making sure she didn’t accidentally slip and take in more of his dick than she was ready for.
Hermione waited for the pain to go away, which it did after a few seconds, so she gave Hagrid a tight nod and he lowered her body for her, easing her tightly stretched pussy down over his prick. Her inner folds slipped down the glans to his meaty shaft, feeling somehow less spread after passing over the bulge of his crown. She worked her hips in small movements and nearly blacked out as the pain rose in equal measure to her bliss. It was as much like fingering herself as riding a broomstick was like straddling a tree trunk! Surely, her hymen had already broken, the feeling lost in all the pain. The almost ecstatic pain…
“I’m afraid I can’t be of much help to you from here,” Hagrid said apologetically. “This chair is a tight fit at the best of times.”
“That’s alright,” Hermione told him. “I think I’ll be wiggling around enough for the both of us.”
She flexed her hips and her tightly stretched lips slipped down his length. As she slid down into his lap, a wave of heat flowed up from her tingling cuntlips, moving up the bulge his erection made inside her lower belly. Her bare little mound touched his bristling pubic hair, the bloom of heat from his tip now felt deep inside Hermione, deeper than she’d known anyone could go or that she could feel, he was in her stomach now, her guts…
She rolled her ass, drawing her pussy back up his shaft and letting the wave of heat that flickered with the pain of her being opened cool a little. She pulled her ass back until her folds were sucking at the bulge of his knob, then she flexed her hips forward to take him inside her once more. The pain didn’t seem to diminish any, but there was far more pleasure. She worked her hips faster and faster, running her cunt down the massive trunk of his phallus, the heat of having him throbbing inside her breaking over her well-stretched womanhood in waves. It was wonderful to feel the continuing struggle of her body to accept his impalement of her, a rolling electricity that rose and fell, rose and fell. Her whole body twitched along with the motions of her hips, whipping her long bushy hair into Hagrid’s face like a feather duster going over him.
“Hermione!” Hagrid groaned, his enormous chest working in and out like a bellows as he strove to control his breathing. “There’s only so much a man can take!”
“How much do you think I’m taking!” Hermione laughed adoringly. Now that the pain was slipping away, she felt drunk on the sheer immensity of riding him, of being his cock-sheath more than anything else. She could feel a masculine heat burning in her tits and she knew it was coming from inside, coming from the cockhead buried so deep and so far inside her body. “Finish it, Hagrid! I can take it!”
“I don’t think you can!” Hagrid gritted out, his face reddening, fat drops of sweat running over him to darken his hair, beard, and shaggy chest. “But neither of us have much of a choice! Oh, Hermione, this is why you have to be careful ‘round wild animals. Never know when… they might go savage…!”
He grabbed the cheeks of her ass, each hand easily encompassing the whole buttock, and pulled her down all the way to his bloated balls, smashing her groin into the bird’s nest of his crotch hair as his cum flooded into her. It felt like a bathtub faucet turned upside down, a never-ending stream running into her, filling her up where Hermione hadn’t even known she had any more room. It was pushing her up from his manhood, but his hands held her in place, forced her to complete the last measure of being fucked by him. She felt her belly bulge like she’d overindulged herself—and in a sense she had—and saw her gut puff out. And, Merlin’s beard, she could taste the musk of his seed at the back of her throat…
When the flood of cum stopped pumping from him, Hermione had climaxed seven times. She slid back down his flagging erection, its half-hard limpness still enough to force out some of the semen that’d been stuffed into her, gobs of it running out of her ravished pussy and out onto Hagrid’s lap. She put her arms around Hagrid’s midsection and hugged herself against him. As his cum continued endlessly running out of her, he lifted her head with one sausage-link finger, brushed her hair out of her face, and kissed her.
“Look at that,” he reeled. “Tame as a kitten now, you’ve made it. That tight little cunny of yours sure showed him who was boss.”
“Oh, I don’t think he’s tame at all. I can still feel him inside—scratching at the bars, you might say. Maybe all it’ll take is a little fresh meat and he’ll be the boss again.”
